A FOX AS A METAPHOR
It is 1:12am and
I am crying about the passage of time and the mouth of the river prays to the rings of Saturn and says I want to be more than this. The urban fox seeks absolution from the wolf and the valleys look like veins from the right angle and I look like my mother from the right angle and this is not how love is supposed to feel, is it? Is it? Sat cross-legged on the cow-hide rug in nothing but white lace underwear like a good little wife, I could be a good little wife, and thus spoke the fox: I could be more than this. Waiting. Stretching moments into aeons and wearing them like straight-jackets. Seeking comfort in old things, dead things. Static records. Silent films. Stale bread. Goat milk. Rock salt. Tarnished silver. White socks. Muddied soles. The Hail Mary. You. This is all there is. You know the rest. You know how this goes. The proud wolf will starve and the urban fox will feast. Let us be greedy together. Let me feed you. Let us gorge. We fit together like ice-capped mountains and the chambers of magma that reside beneath and the mouth of the river prays to the rings of Saturn and says: Look at all of this. Look how wonderful. Each damned day will be the same.
Dakota Warren, 25, London - England ✯ IG: @fairy_bl00d & TT: @sp3llb00k ✯ BACK TO POETRY: OUROBOROS
“Lady Dakota (aka Nowhere Girl) is a poetess and performer who climbed out of the depths of an overly religious rural Australia and hasn’t stopped running since. She eats words for breakfast and listens exclusively to Chet Baker in autumn. ON SUN SWALLOWING (finalist for Goodreads Choice Best Poetry Book 2022) is her debut poetry collection and NOWHERE GIRL COLLECTIVE is her freshly birthed baby.”